Last week the iris bloomed The lettuce sproutedRobins built a nest in the holly bush All it takes is one good lightning strikeAnd the world is summerYou know, it’s not the heatIt’s the humidity
Category: National Poetry Month
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the lake is aliveblue gill, catfish, large mouth bassbony gills breathingtwo atoms of hydrogenone atom of oxygen
Mockingbird Etude
The mockingbird singsevery morningand afternoonand evening The light pole where he sitsthe pinnacle of our streetand the closest pointto heaven or at leastthe cloudsthe upper atmosphere Melodramatic?SureRepetitive?Yep But his skills are first chairevery instrimenta winged symphonyof April surrender inspired by Blackbird Etude by A.E. Stallings
Seeds of Improvisation or here comes a raptor
A bird feeder is TennesseeA suburban bird feederA bird feeder on a deckOkay, my bird feeder Any weatherAny monthAny day of the weekOkay, Monday morning The starlings come first, and by sheer numbers can dissuade most birds to stay away, but it’s hard to keep a hungry mourning dove from sidling in for a nibble. […]
Saturday haiku
Saturday plantingcloudy skies with ambition4 tomato plants
Do they sleep?
Oak leaves curled against sub-zero tempsFlat, wet maple leaves waiting for MorpheusGod of dreamsTo bring a greener, drier reverieDo they sleep through the cold monthsHuddled and brittleIn the corners of fence linesDips in the landscapeAccepting their part In the play is complete?
Simply 6 Minutes
Beyond the strip mall with Target and Office Max Past suburban sprawl and exit 80 Fog lives In sidewalk cracks and street light glow Swirling about manhole covers and one way signs Benevolent and weightless as Forgotten midnight whispers Here is the link to the prompt: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/100129212/posts/5218032980
April 28
I always feel the sky is trying to tell me something.The refrigerator, too. with its hum humming.Maybe it’s saying the pickle jar is leaking. I planted two tomato plants. The variety is called Juliet.I also planted two bell pepper plants. They are not called Romeo,but I wish they were.
The grass is
as green as moneyfertilizerweed killeraeration- yep, air is not free “The butterfly bush is working,” I exclaimed. “I saw a lady bug on it!”“But did you see a butterfly?” you asked.Picky, picky The Yoshino cherry tree out back has produced tiny cherries that I am hoping will attract cedar waxwings. In Tennessee that’s like waiting […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 353
Trying to make a left hand turn out of the Kroger parking lot Ron called a man driving slow an asshole. I said, “Don’t say that. He’s someone’s grandpa.” “He’s not a grandpa.”—–turning—–“Okay. Well. I’m sorry.” How swift to condemnBranch out past your parking lotEven for grandpa No tree branch for usWe can nest in […]
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